The Republic of Bob Ross our lord is a massive, orderly nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape and compulsory military service. The hard-working, cynical population of 1.145 billion Happy Little trees are proud of their wide-ranging civil freedoms, and those who aren't tend to be dragged off the streets by men in dark suits and hustled into cars with tinted windows.

The tiny, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Welfare, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Daytona Beach. The average income tax rate is 9.1%.

The A Happy Little tree economy, worth 51.2 trillion Treeses a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Furniture Restoration, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 44,713 Treeses, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

Museums have more touchscreens on display than artifacts, surveillance cameras are banned, every week is blindness awareness week, and Bob Ross our lord has designated Daytona Beach as its capital city. Crime is moderate, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Bob Ross our lord's national animal is the Squirrel, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Bob Ross our lord is ranked 110,470^th in the world and 6^th in The Sands for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 1,968.19 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.